There Really Were More and More Bad Guys

The four burly men outside the car.

One had been cleaved in two, another had his wrist cut off, and the other two stared in shock at Lin Fan, who was holding Frostmourne.

The driver gaped. Without a second thought, he hurriedly rolled up the windows.

He shouted from inside the car, "Get your asses in! The zombies are coming! Anyone who can get in, hurry up!" His voice was booming, but the car was far too well insulated. Besides, the people outside were already terrified out of their wits.

"Grrr!"

Just then, the zombies' roars rang out, dense and numerous. A flood of zombies appeared in the streets and alleys from every direction.

Some smashed through windows and leaped down, some cracked their skulls, and some broke their legs. Even so, they still charged this way like rabid dogs.

"Shit!"

Seeing his companions standing there like idiots, the driver slammed on the gas without a second thought. Like the wind, the car plowed into the zombie horde, forcibly carving out a path. The car was seriously powerful. It hit zombies as easily as it would tofu, without the slightest difficulty.

"Fuck! I told you to get in, but you just stood there like idiots. I'm not waiting for you!"

The driver glared, his eyes bloodshot and his expression twisted. The force of the car smashing through the zombies made his head jolt violently.

As the car drove away,

the surviving burly men finally came to their senses. "Fuck you... Come back!"

The only response was the exhaust fumes drifting into the air. The car swerved with a flourish and vanished at the end of the street.

"So many zombies."

Lin Fan surveyed the area. Drawn by the noise, zombies were emerging from the dark corners. This was the first time he had seen so many of them.

"Looks like this horde might not be friendly, but when they learned there were criminals around, they still bravely came forward to catch them. It's just that their way of catching them... is to tear them apart with their mouths."

He didn't bear the zombies any ill will.

But he knew that these zombies still had pure hearts. They just weren't very rational.

Lin Fan grabbed the two burly men. He was about to tell the man with the buzz cut, whose wrist he had severed, to grab his companion while he carried them as they jumped, when the man suddenly flew into a rage.

"If I'm going to die, I'll take you down with me!"

He had one wrist severed, but still had another hand. He picked up the gun on the ground and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

"Ah..."

The burly man Lin Fan was holding let out a scream. His butt had been blown open.

The gunshot stirred the zombies' bloodlust, and they ran even faster, closing in on them.

One step, two steps...

Lin Fan carried the two men like a pair of chicks. He couldn't exactly say he was leaping over eaves and scaling walls, but he easily jumped onto the roof of a two-story shop.

He looked down at the street.

The man with the buzz cut was swallowed by the zombies. His screams continued for a while, then quickly faded. Listening closely, all that could be heard was the zombies chewing, along with the growls of those that couldn't get any flesh.

The man who had been shot in the butt covered his mouth, eyes wide, trying not to make the slightest sound.

Even now, he was still a little dazed. What had just happened?

The only man who was unharmed stared at Lin Fan in shock. Lin Fan had been down below just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, he had jumped onto the roof. How on earth had he done that? Even the world's best high jumper couldn't manage something like that.

He stared at the young man before him, dressed in a security guard's uniform with a replica divine weapon strapped to his back.

"Bro, thanks for saving me."

He wanted to get on Lin Fan's good side. Switching to a powerful big brother seemed like a pretty good choice. With a capable leader to follow in the apocalypse, he could have anything he wanted.

Lin Fan smiled. "It's fine. You stole guns from the Police Station, and I subdued you. The zombies wanted to stop you too, but their methods were a little brutal. I think I have a duty to keep you safe. Once the zombies leave, I'll take you to the Police Station."

Was there anything wrong with what he said?

Not the slightest thing.

If you accidentally killed someone while defending yourself, that couldn't be helped. But if you had already subdued them and kept attacking, that would be excessive self-defense. If you accidentally killed someone, that would be negligent homicide.

The nature of those things was different.

He understood these basic legal principles.

The man who had been shot in the butt was sweating from the pain as he stared blankly at Lin Fan.

The man who had been talking to Lin Fan was just as stunned, as if he had misheard.

"Bro, you're joking, right?"

He didn't believe it. What was all that about taking them to the Police Station? Could Lin Fan please not make such an unfunny joke at a time like this?

"I'm not joking." Lin Fan spoke with complete seriousness.

"It's the apocalypse..."

"Mm, I know."

"You don't get it. It's the apocalypse! You know what that means, right? Morality and the law have collapsed. Staying alive is the only thing that matters. As long as you survive, nothing you do is illegal." The man felt he might really have run into some kind of nutcase. Why would anyone act like this?

"Did you go to school?" Lin Fan asked.

The man stared at Lin Fan in disbelief. He was completely dumbfounded by the question. Anyone even remotely normal wouldn't ask such a stupid question.

He had dropped out early, but he had gone to school for a few years. He just didn't want to say so. What difference would it make if he did? All he could think about now was how to escape Lin Fan.

He had seen what Lin Fan could do.

One sword strike had cleaved a man in two.

And before anyone could even react, he had cut off the hand holding the gun.

There was no way he could take him on.

He had a gun on him.

Shoot him?

Forget it. Too dangerous.

Seeing the man lower his head, Lin Fan said no more. At the same time, he felt a little regretful about his own behavior. Why had he gone and asked if the man had been to school?

Maybe he had come from a poor family and left school early, then gone astray. That was sad, but he had still done what he had done and had to pay the price.

As long as the man didn't attack him first, Lin Fan wouldn't defend himself, much less hurt him.

For a moment,

the scene fell silent.

Lin Fan waited quietly for the zombies to leave. He remembered what the older guy who had set off fireworks earlier had said: as long as there was no noise, the zombies would leave on their own.

After a long while,

he cautiously peeked down at the street.

Only a few scattered zombies remained. The horde that had filled the area had already dispersed.

The man whose wrist he had severed had been completely mangled. His body was unrecognizable, and the only thing left there was a bloodstained handgun lying quietly on the ground.

"Come on. I'll take you to the Police Station. Don't even think about trying to sneak up on me, or you'll be in danger."

Lin Fan carried them as he jumped down from the roof.

The instant they landed,

several zombies shambling around spotted the three chunks of flesh and lunged at them with snarls.

Squelch!

Squish!

Lin Fan swung Frostmourne and dealt with them effortlessly.

Just then, the man holding the gun slowly raised it, hoping to shoot Lin Fan dead. But when Lin Fan turned and met his gaze, he found himself unable to pull the trigger for a long time.

Clack!

"I'm glad you voluntarily handed over the stolen gun, but you two... sigh."

Lin Fan shook his head, took the gun, then picked up the bloodstained handgun from the ground.

He carried them toward the Police Station.

"You really won't let us go?" the man asked in a low voice.

Lin Fan said, "Everyone makes mistakes. Some things don't need to be reported to the police, but others do. You have to face legal punishment. Once you've served your time, you'll be released, and then you can start fresh, with a clean slate. You might feel guilty about what you did, but you don't need to keep dwelling on it."

"You've killed people before, haven't you? I can tell. Just now, you were ready to kill me over nothing. It means that after the apocalypse began, you let the darkness in your heart run wild and completely cast morality and the law aside."

It sounded like he was talking to himself, but he was really saying it for them to hear.

The man had never imagined he would run into a situation like this. If he hadn't been sure he could win, he would have attacked long ago. If their big brother had been there, hearing Lin Fan go on and on with all this nonsense, he would have chopped him down without a second thought.

Ever since the apocalypse began, their big brother had become more and more ruthless, treating people like pigs and dogs, like ants to be killed at will.

But, to be honest... they had found it kind of thrilling.

"Didn't you just kill that guy too?" the man said.

Lin Fan frowned slightly, puzzled. It seemed he hadn't expected anyone not to understand the concept of self-defense.

"He tried to kill me just now. I was defending myself. It's fine."

The man's mouth twitched.

Self-defense?

Heh!!!

Inside the Police Station.

By the time they were tied up there, the two men had finally realized that Lin Fan was serious.

Lin Fan put the two handguns in a drawer and wrote down a full account of what had happened: someone had come to the Police Station to steal guns, he had noticed them, they had tried to harm him, and he had killed one of them in self-defense, and so on...

These things needed to be done.

He had to record everything in detail.

That way, when the police officers came back, they would know what had happened and wouldn't get the wrong idea because the account was too vague.

After he had taken care of everything,

he looked at the two criminals he had brought in.

He felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

This was the third time he had brought people here, and this time he had brought in two at once. It showed that as the apocalypse continued, there really were more and more bad guys.

"Goodbye."

He waved,

then turned and left.

As he walked down the Police Station corridor, he seemed to sense a righteous aura surrounding him.

Maybe that was what positive energy felt like.

He passed a large slogan painted on the wall and stopped to look at it for a few seconds. He felt encouraged again.

Creak. He thought he heard a little noise. He stood still and listened for a second or two. It was probably the police officers coming out after finishing their business. He didn't want to disturb them, so he quickly left.

"My butt hurts so much."

"Fuck him. I really should've shot him dead."

"My ass hurts!"

"Shut up and hurry up and figure out how to untie these ropes. We have to get out of here."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the hell... Ah..."

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